One memory indelibly etched in my brain is when I was 18, driving alone in my dad’s new convertible on a back road in the rolling hills of east Texas – a perfect day of blue sky and not too hot – And getting caught in the middle of a monarch butterfly migration. Uncountable numbers. A huge cloud of them I saw from way off. Stopped the car in the middle of the road and watched the cloud coming until I was in the middle of them and just stood up on my seat with my hands out and my head back and they lighted on me and everywhere. Lighted and took off again over and over and over and over…